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<UEF Station 108523 'Dragon's Rest', Docking bay assigned to UEF-A 'Tiamat' > [May 18, 2085] (Station time:1515)

As instructed, Darion arrived promptly at the docking bay, albeit a bit early. He did this so that he could see his new posting gracefully glide into port. The Tiamat was oddly designed. It had enough space for more than the 5 decks that his research claimed it had, but after thinking on it, he figured it had to do with each “deck" not being of a uniform size, unlike other ships he had traveled on.

He could see from the front the slightly denser shimmer of a large force field covering what could only be a launch bay for fighters or some similar craft, as well as the command deck perched on top of the whole thing, smaller than the rest. Overall, the ship had almost an egg shape, one that was laid point forward. And had wings. And Guns.

(Yeah, not so much an egg as a oval shaped winged creature. Good thing most ships these days don't have to worry about re-entry, unless they specifically are designed for it.) He had two main pieces of luggage with him- a standard suitcase with all his clothes and toiletries, and Aura's briefcase. He had either left the rest on earth or had ditched the rest on his long journey here. Nothing else was needed.

The Tiamat finished docking without issue, and after the usual safety checks from both sides, the accordion like umbilical that would attach to her from the station was extended to the side of the ship where an airlock was faintly marked. He was standing near it's terminus, and could hear and feel the hiss of pressurization as the air equalized. He also caught a whiff of something he had not smelled in over a year- fresh air.

This last part left him a bit puzzled. No ship that he knew of had a good enough air filtration system to have fresher air than a much larger station could boast (not that it was THAT much better.) This though, had reminded of the almost woodsy smell he vaguely remembered from Earth. He couldn't dwell on this long though, as the airlock itself finished cycling, ruffling his short dark brown hair, blood-red button-up shirt and brown khakis.

A faint mist rolled out of the umbilical, revealing 2 figures striding out of the ship. The one the left was an Anthro red fox, complete with black tips and socks on his arms. He wore a standard ship jumpsuit and his fur seemed slightly unkempt, and had a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder, and was stumbling slightly. (So this must be Sean, the one I'm replacing.)

To the fox's right was an Anthro Eastern dragon morph. Gold Scales and platinum mane, Darion instantly recognized this one as the captain. He too had a jumpsuit on, but where the fox made his look like he slept in it, the captain's looked freshly pressed and ready for a formal inspection.

As the duo got to the end of the ramp, the captain gave the fox a small shove and said in a crisp voice “Dismissed." This seemed to put some life back into the fox, who blinked suddenly as if just waking up, taking in the fact they were standing in the station. He started to turned back to the captain, and instead spotted Darion.

“YOU," He hissed with venom dripping in his tone, “Fucking pure human scum. First we get chased off Earth after plenty of prosecution, then you start chasing us off our own ships?! I'll get you back, mark my words." He gave Darion no more thought as he turned to the captain. “Dick move, hiding behind Snow with that whammy of his. I know you will regret kicking me off. And I am not the only one that feels that way." The fox finally stomps off after that declaration, leaving the captain to give a sigh at the dramatics.

“So," he began, turning his attention to the human standing in front of him, having to look down due to his 7 foot tall stature, “You are the one who hacked my ship so stealthily." Darion felt like he was standing in front of a sub woofer, the bass of the dragon's voice causing his chest to vibrate.

“That would be me. Birth name is Darion Sygon, as my resume cum portfolio informed you of. What it probably didn't mention is that I since shed that name to drop any tails that might be after me, and go by Canith now. That name shouldn't pull much of anything up, which is why I use it sparingly. No footprints, physical or digital." The dragon's tail swished back and forth a bit at this, mentally tallying what Snow had theorized with this new information.

“Well, Canith was it? Great job on both the hack and your composure during that confrontation. As you can tell, some of us are less . . . forgiving of humans than others. My name is Kai Inazuma, and though it might take some time, hopefully the crew will take a liking to you soon enough. I have to ask though- how did you manage it? My AI couldn't hardly trace your entry vector even with you augments you supplied.

Canith grinned at this. “Well, it wasn't a one person job for starters." He holds up the briefcase. “Meet my AI, hand programmed and designed from the ground up. The original AURA. It was a tag team job utilizing a relay system between ships to match coordinates in space-time in relation to warp-tunnel travel corridors, infiltrating through the real time star map update system's stream from expected vectors, in this case Dragon's Rest, to gain access to the network."

The captain raised an eye ridge at this. “Well then, a good portion of that when right over my head, but what I did understand makes me glad I have you on my side now. Welcome aboard!" He gestured beside him to have the human begin walking down the ramp to the ship with him. As they walked, he started laying out some protocols and procedures. Most of this was the normal stuff, so Canith just listened with half an ear until the captain completely caught him off guard.

“As you are probably aware, there are no other pure humans on board. This is more due to certain . . . peculiar issues with our mission than any prejudice against them. Any issues with this?"

“Not a problem, Sir. As you might imagine, I don't get along with “Pure" humans very well. Call it a difference of opinion" Canith sneered the Pure portion almost as bad as Sean did, but for vastly different reasons, they both knew.

Behind them, glaring from behind some boxed, the fox promised himself that he would get revenge on the lot of this for this humiliation. He stalked off through a pair of station doors to begin his plotting.

“Be that as it may, as you are not an Anthro and also have not gained the trust of the crew yet, O have to ask that you stay clear of “E" Deck for the time being. Until that trust is earned, I cannot in good faith grant you access there. Be assured you will have virtual run of the ship otherwise, and to prevent a bit of curiosity, it is akin to a medical deck. If you feel you are coming down with something, let me or another officer know and we will have someone trained take a look for you. However, if you give it a week or two I'm sure you will gain that trust I spoke of before.

They had arrived at the shell of the ship itself by this point, and Canith gestured for the captain to go first. “Shall we?"

Once through the airlock, Canith found himself following the captain to the left almost immediately towards a large gravlift by the airlock. A brief glace showed, however, that the deck they were on was engineering and a hanger in one, with large ceilings and larger engines in the very back.

The gravlift took them up through a floor that caught his breath- It looked like a forest inside the ship. “Ah, hydroponics. We decided to go with a more natural approach, and the air quality is definitely much improved for it." Canith could only agree with the captain's statement as they continued to rise, this time to a large open area that had rooms on both sides of the ship, along with 2 large complexes in the middle. “Here we are, B deck. Not much further now."

The captain led him across the width of the ship to the port side, then up a set of stairs to the second tier of rooms. Walking down a bit, they arrived at a room with a large “18" etched into the door. “This will be your room. I'm sure everything will be to your liking, as I had some of our other off duty crew clean it up. It hasn't been in use in a bit, as the couples usually bunk together." Canith noticed the palm scanner was awaiting input, so he let it scan his, and it chirped at him letting him know hit print was saved, before the doors parted without a sound. The captain bid him goodnight, before heading off and leaving Canith to take his stuff into his room and start unpacking. He had a long day tomorrow, and he felt it was best to get every thing sorted here first.